Pretty Women had just come out), and white canvas plimsolls. How we didn’t notice when we left the house, I have no idea, but my eyes still smart at the memory – later I’d hear how everyone thought we were some creepy mummy-and-me double act and couldn’t wait to see our next matching ensembles.These days, my 11-year-old daughter and I do tend to dress similarly – she has picked up on my Breton-stripe obsession, and has a keen eye for what style of jeans my friends and I wear.
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